Chapter XLIX
Agnese
The were noises coming from the garage. Luciano read all afternoon and now, as it would often happen to him, he had a strong headache. He got out of his room to go for a ride with his bicycle. A bit of fresh air would do him good. Early in September, just before the sunset, when the sun was not as hot and the colours of the countryside were not as lively, he used to love going off by himself along the way leading to the woods. He would stop for a moment at the edge to look at the leaves which were starting to lose their vitality, to listen to the soft ringing of the clappers around the wild animals’ necks and go back home cycling strenuously up the slight slope.
He was standing still in front of the closed door and stepped closer trying to listen. A faltered voice wa
